Bohumil Quotes

#1. Your beliefs will be the light by which you see, but they will not be what you see and they will not be a substitute for seeing.

Flannery O'Connor

#2. Men look for better methods, but God looks for better men.

Erwin W. Lutzer

#3. The wussiest thing a guy can do is drive a clean truck. Dents, scratches and mud - that's manly.

Blake Shelton

#4. ... To save your life... you should be my biatch... you like this... don't ya???... off.... you make.... me sick!

Deyth Banger

#5. No book worth its salt is meant to put you to sleep, it's meant to make you jump out of your bed in your underwear and run and beat the author's brains out.

Bohumil Hrabal

#6. As I helped him up, I felt him shake all over, so I asked him to forgive me, without knowing what for, but that was my lot, asking forgiveness, I even asked forgiveness of myself for being what I was, what it was my nature to be.

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#7. A little of what you like does you good. But you can have too much of a good thing.

Dick King-Smith

#8. Like a flash of lightning Arthur Schopenhauer appeared to me and said, The highest law is love, the love that is compassion,

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#9. For we are like olives: only when we are crushed do we yield what is best in us. After

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#10. Yawns are hard to refute.

Mason Cooley

#11. You can't rid yourself of freedom the way you'd rid yourself of lice, brother.

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#12. The Internet's been so great, and it's so nice to have fans do nice, elaborate websites, but I think the downside is some of the things ... for real fans to go on and see that 90 percent of the information isn't true or to see pictures that aren't really me.

Denise Richards

#13. I kept working and...reading The Theory of The Heavens a sentence at a time, savoring each sentence like a cough drop and brimming with a sense of the immensity, grandeur, and infinite beauty streaming at me from all sides

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#14. A long sea implies an uniform and steady motion of long and extensive waves; on the contrary, a short sea is when they run irregularly, broken, and interrupted; so as frequently to burst over a vessel's side or quarter.

William Falconer

#15. Until suddenly one day I felt beautiful and holy for having had the courage to hold on to my sanity after all I'd seen and been through, body and soul, in too loud a solitude...

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#16. So I walk home like a burning house, like a burning stable, the light of life pouring out of the fire, fire pouring out of the dying wood, hostile sorrow lingering under the ashes

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#17. I was terrible at interviews, lost in my own loss of identity and struggling at home as a wife and mother. It was a household that preferred me working, which threw me off completely.

Mika Brzezinski

#18. ... whichever of my friends was and is sensitive, touchy even, had to choose... emigration... and I emigrated inwardly, here to the pub for example...

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#19. The heavens may be far from humane, but I'd had about all I could take. So

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#20. I pop a beautiful sentence into my mouth and suck it like a fruit drop.

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#21. To spend our days betting on three-legged horses with beautiful names

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#22. To repudiate the election of God is to repudiate the God of election.

Arthur W. Pink

#23. Even in my bad luck I have always been lucky.

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#24. Hate is like drinking a vial of poison and expecting it to harm the other person, You're not hurting the guy, only yourself.

Gena Showalter

#25. Writing is a defence against boredom, but it's also a cure for melancholy.

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#26. I was always lucky in my bad luck.

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#27. And so everything I see in this world, it all moves backward and forward at the same time, like a black-smith's bellows, like everything in my press, turning into its opposite at the command of the red and green buttons, and that's what makes the world go round.

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#28. Not until we're totally crushed do we show what we are made of.

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#29. He was a gentle and sensitive soul, and therefore had a short temper, which is why he went straight after everything with an ax ...

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#30. Because when I read, I don't really read; I pop a beautiful sentence into my mouth and suck it like a fruit drop, or I sip it like a liqueur until the thought dissolves in me like alcohol, infusing brain and heart and coursing on through the veins to the root of each blood vessel.

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#31. It's lonely up in the top

Kermit The Frog

#32. The light of love flows out of my soul, but it can go nowhere because it's blocked by pain. I could inhale and exhale every morning for the rest of my life, but that wouldn't solve anything.

Paulo Coelho

#33. I loved pretending to be a middle-aged Jewish woman. I just wanted to do what I saw Gilda Radner and Carol Burnett doing. But I'm not a particularly good impressionist. It was never my strong suit.

Jenny Slate

#34. Lost in my dreams, I somehow cross at the traffic signals, bumping into street lamps or people, yet moving onward, exuding fumes of beer and grime, yet smiling, because my briefcase is full of books and that very night I expect them to tell me things about myself I don't know.

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#35. The heavens are not humane, nor is any man with a head on his shoulders. Here

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#36. If a book has anything to say, it burns with a quiet laugh, because any book worth its salt points up and out of itself.

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#37. I can be by myself because I'm never lonely; I'm simply alone, living in my heavily populated solitude, a harum-scarum of infinity and eternity, and Infinity and Eternity seem to take a liking to the likes of me.

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#38. Through the station went a goods train, spitting sparks from its chimney. Viktoria stood at the window and combed those sparks out of her hair.

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#39. Ten times a day, every day, I wonder at having wandered so far, and then, alienated from myself, a stranger to myself, I go home

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#40. It's interesting how young poets think of death while old fogies think of girls.

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#41. And I look on my brain as a mass of hydraulically compacted thoughts, a bale of ideas, and my head as a smooth, shiny Aladdin's lamp.

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